Uncle Niu pulled Ye Zhiqiu to stay at Niu's house to sleep with him, but he didn't want him to sleep, and he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

The nephew, who thought that he died at birth, actually grew up to be a good adult and came to the door to recognize his relatives, call him "uncle", give him expensive wine, and accompany him to drink...... It's like a dream.

Uncle Niu twisted Ye Zhiqiu countless times in one night, and he didn't let go of the flesh on his cheeks, arms, and thighs, and every time he suddenly finished screwing him, he asked him: "How is it, does it hurt?" ”

If the pain is real and not a dream, it's just, why don't you screw yourself? Ye Zhiqiu was depressed.

Besides, the nephew didn't die, and the nephew grew up to be a talented and talented nephew, isn't it a great joy? If it were him, he would sleep beautifully and would not lose sleep at all.

However, Ye Zhiqiu is not Uncle Niu, Ye Zhiqiu is a bystander, and Uncle Niu is in it! What's more, Uncle Niu is not Ye Zhiqiu, Uncle Niu is so excited, he can't sleep well at all.

I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning on the bed, so I simply pulled Ye Zhiqiu to get up: "Accompany me to my sister's grave." ”

Ye Zhiqiu muttered while dressing: "I didn't expect you to be afraid of ghosts at your age." ”

Uncle Niu slapped Ye Zhiqiu with the scarf on his hand: "That's my sister, what am I afraid of?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu yawned and made a gesture to lie down, but was pulled away by Uncle Niu, and said, "She's my sister, aren't I afraid of scaring her?" In the middle of the night, my brother broke into her grave single-handedly, do you think she is afraid, she must think that I can't think about what happened, you think, the difference between heaven and man, I can't think about it, and she can't save me, isn't it? ”

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't cry or laugh: "Can I save you?" ”

"That's right," Uncle Niu hugged Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder, "My sister watched me bring a young and strong young man with her, and knew that even if I couldn't think about it, there would be no accidents." ”

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, he has known Uncle Niu for so long, he really didn't know that you were such an Uncle Niu, and there were a lot of fallacies and heresies.

When he arrived at Niu Wanxi's tomb, Uncle Niu took out the paper money he brought, Ye Zhiqiu lit a fire in the iron pot that had been placed in front of the tomb, the two burned the paper money silently, and the red fire light was reflected on Uncle Niu's face, he turned his head to look at Niu Wanxi's tombstone and sighed.

This breath sighed deeply, with joy and heaviness.

"Your child is not dead, he is still alive, and the guilt you have hidden in your heart for so many years can finally be let go."

The cold night, the cold wind, the jacaranda trees have fallen all the branches and leaves, and the low grave is speechless.

Although Niu Wanxi had to have a fetus when she was pregnant, she encountered dystocia during childbirth, and her family signed to protect the adult but not the child, Niu Wanxi also felt deep self-blame and remorse after the operation to save her life.

People are always like this, and their mood and emotions will change with time and space.

In those years, the sick soul was often like a swing, afraid of people asking questions, pretending to be happy, and my sister's body was exhausted in endless sorrow and regret.

"At that time, sister, you said that you are also embarrassed after you die, you don't know whether you will be reunited with your sweetheart or your children in another world, you are so embarrassed to live, embarrassed to die, you are worried that you will meet them in another world, and you are worried that you will not meet them......"

Uncle Niu sighed, I don't know if my sister has met her sweetheart, and it is true that she has not met her own flesh and blood, because the child is not dead at all.

"I don't know if you are over there, if you don't meet your nephew, you will be very afraid, afraid that he will deliberately avoid you because he resents you, or you think that he has already been reincarnated, sister, your nephew is not dead, he is still alive, you can rest assured."

Uncle Niu burned the last piece of paper money, clapped his hands and stood up, but his mood was not relaxed, his sister could rest assured, but he couldn't live in peace, and there was still a big lawsuit between him and his nephew.

He approached the jacaranda, which was the mother tree of a whole jacaranda wood. He reached out and patted the trunk of the tree, the thick trunk of the cold night was cold, and his mind cleared up more and more, and he made a decision in his heart.

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Before the Chinese New Year, Qin Xiaojin was very busy, Xiang Qing's child was about to be a full moon, and the Qin Lang School Folk Orchestra Selection Competition also began.

Because the selection activities were held during the winter vacation, the whole campus seemed deserted compared to the previous bustle, and the selection activities were held in the school's dance hall, and outside the dance hall were anxiously waiting for parents.

Bai He sat on the chair and flipped through his mobile phone, a parent next to him got up to make it convenient, and immediately other parents sat down, Bai He didn't look up, until the woman's voice sounded, Bai He found that the parent who just sat down next to him was Jun Hao's mother.

"Lang Mom." Junhao's mother greeted with a shy smile.

Bai He looked up and gave her a polite smile: "Hi." ”

"Your family Langlang will definitely be selected," Jun Hao's mother said sourly, "After all, Mr. Qin himself is the judge." ”

Bai He said: "He's not the only judge, besides, this kind of competitive selection has nothing to do with who the judges are." ”

Jun Hao's mother sneered coldly in her heart, no matter whether Qin Lang played the zither well or not, anyway, as long as he was selected, he would rely on his relationship, but she was not afraid, she also had a relationship.

Junhao's mother straightened her waist, coughed her throat, and said: "Fortunately, the children of the Chinese Orchestra Guzheng are not only one, otherwise there will be no matter what happened to our Junhao with your Qin Lang. ”

"I'm not as optimistic as Junhao's mother, there are dozens of children who signed up for the guzheng selection, and only five were selected in the end, the competition is too fierce......" Bai He told the truth, listening to Junhao's mother's ears is a coy attitude.

"Oh, Mom Lang, don't talk about this in front of me, I'll tell you the truth, our Junhao will definitely be able to go." Jun Hao's mother is full of certainty.

Bai He pursed his lips and said, "Did you go through the back door and get the quota inside?" ”

Junhao's mother "tsk", looked left and right, and then looked at Bai He and said: "Lang Mom, you say you, when you should talk well, you want to talk nonsense, let me tell you the truth, your family Langlang has Mr. Qin, and our Junhao also has his own teacher sitting on the judges' seat." ”

This time, most of the judges invited by the Chinese orchestra selection are folk music teachers from Yuncheng Conservatory of Music, among which the guzheng teacher is Gong Yi in addition to Qin Xiaojin.

Bai He gave Jun Hao's mother a thumbs up: "Jun Hao's mother, you have a wide range of doors and two brushes." ”

Junhao's mother couldn't help but be proud: "Who made your Mr. Qin unwilling to accept our Junhao?" I also have no choice, so I asked someone to ask for Mr. Gong's door, Mr. Gong is now a big name in the guzheng world, it is not easy to be selected by him, but it doesn't matter, money can make ghosts grind, as long as parents are willing to spend money, what kind of teacher can't be invited? ”

Jun Hao's mother said and reached out to stroke her sideburns, her face full of superiority.